Once That Fat Lady Has Sung
I talked to God to find a way to maintain the beast in me.
Struggling to hold onto my last bit of decency.
Just looking for him to shed some light upon my darkest hour.
Wise words told me to find a higher power.
I'm laying low and can't achieve any highs.
Life puts me into predicaments
and I have no answers to why.
I go through the motions,
holding back all emotions,
until I feel like I'm floating.
Hot headed and absent minded.
Can't find common ground.
What I've found is a lack of love
and I can't feel or hear the sound.
Senseless because I'm numb.
Dumbfounded, but far from dumb.
I chose to believe in victory,
but I've lost all I've won.
I resort to the beast in me
and howl to the moon once the night has begun.
And all morality will be done once that fat lady has sung.
Copyright © M.N.I.W M.N.I.W | Year Posted 2015
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